"The match begins!" the announcer shouted.
Martin didn't move. He merely raised his fists and pounded them together, making a series of thuds to put on an intimidating show.
Su Wu closed his eyes without changing his expression.
It was strange. The burden the Six Eyes placed on him was even heavier than it had been for Gojo Satoru in the original story.
Even though he'd had the Six Eyes for so long, he still hadn't completely mastered them. They were certainly useful, but the burden was just as real.
Even with his eyes closed, it didn't get much easier.
Was the problem with him, or with the eyes? He couldn't be so useless that he still couldn't control a pair of eyes after more than half a year, could he?
It felt like there was something seriously wrong behind all this...
So whenever he didn't need Gojo Satoru's Cursed Techniques, he rarely used them. The one he used most often was Sukuna's Dismantle.
That was because using Gojo Satoru's Cursed Techniques required the Six Eyes, and using the Six Eyes made the burden worse. Then he had to fight while his nose bled.
This was nothing like the battles he'd imagined.
"Are you looking down on me?" Martin demanded, his face red and his neck bulging as he glared at the boy standing on the ring with his eyes closed.
The White-haired boy tilted his head. "Ah, you've got it wrong."
He took one step forward, and the fight was already over.
Martin's body hit the ground hard. He convulsed and spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he lost consciousness completely, he heard the boy's cool voice.
"I look down on everyone."
The announcer and the audience fell utterly silent. Had he looked down on them, too?
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